[It was kind of like touching a virgin or something, though he suspected one such as the Winter Soldier probably had been touched before all this. The weapon had just been forced to forget, but the body always knew, always remembered even when the mind didn't. There was just some things that flesh never forget, pain and pleasure happened to be the two that he thought would stick the longest and burrow the deepest. The asset was just proving that right now too, though the accusation was almost endearing.]

For a weapon, yes. For a living breathing individual, no... this is natural. [He raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if the weapon would refuse him. Now that would be a malfunction that he would take the asset to task for. This... this was just an enjoyable pass time really.] So... you and your hard-on want me to stop?

[He purposefully brushed his hand back down the hard flesh between the weapon's legs, leaning his head in to nuzzle his rough cheek against the soft flesh of the asset's knee.]